Entry 025 - My last post about MKJACKDAW was deleted. This is from my grandfather’s personal log about the Gabriel Child he tried to save. Save this before it’s gone too.
they got it.
the post about moreau and mkjackdaw. it was up for four days, then it vanished this morning. “removed by moderators.” the dg isn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. they know i have the tape, and they know i have the research. they’re just scrubbing as i post.
and this post will be next. i’m counting on it.
in that last post, i said i knew what i had to do next. the dg taking it down just confirms i’m on the right track. all this time i’ve been looking at the big picture. phoenix, pastore, geneva. trying to figure out how to stop the whole machine. but that’s not how you do it. you don’t fight an idea. you fight a person. you don’t save everyone. you try to save one.
i went back to the list lamb sent me. the list of unclaimed child victims from project sunshine. and the note: “your grandfather tried to save this one. he failed. will you also?”
i couldn’t find a single reference to it in the official phoenix files. of course not. they wouldn’t document his dissent. but i found it in his personal effects. tucked into the back of his bluejacket’s manual was a single, folded page torn from a private logbook. it’s his handwriting. it’s dated 1966.
i’m typing it out exactly as he wrote it.
October 12, 1966
Have made contact with a sympathetic ear at the Saltbox-UTAH facility. A nurse who agrees that what they are doing is an abomination. Our window is small. The transfer orders for subject 17-a are being processed. He is to be moved to a pastore site in France under Dr. Moreau’s direct supervision.
17-a. His name is Daniel. He is nine years old. A powerful KC node, the most stable they have ever observed. They see him as their prize. Their perfect tuning fork. I look at him during the observation sessions, and all I see is a child who has had the light snuffed out of his eyes. He doesn’t talk anymore.
The transfer is a lie. It’s a one-way trip to whatever hell Moreau is building. My contact has agreed to falsify his medical records on the day of the transfer. Mark him as expired, ‘catastrophic cellular infarct.’ We can get him out during the confusion. Arrange a new identity. Try to give him a chance at a life.
It’s a terrible risk. If we are caught, they won’t discharge me. They will put us both in the ground. But I look at the photo of my own son, and I know I cannot let this happen. I cannot let them turn another boy into a monster.
the next entry in the logbook is two weeks later. it just says:
They knew. She knew. God forgive me. d is gone.
this is the one. this is the child lamb was talking about. daniel. my grandfather failed. he tried to save him and they took him anyway. sent him to moreau.
i have his name. i have his case file number. and from the old transfer manifest, i have the location of the pastoral care facility in france where they were supposed to take him.
i don’t know if he’s still alive. i don’t know what moreau did to him. but i have to try. this is the only loose thread i have left to pull.
i’m going. i have to go completely dark to do this. no more library wifi, no more motel hotspots. no more posts. i have to assume they are watching all of it.
this is it for a while.
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